Faceira

It was in a samba
Of cool folks, hey, cool folks
That I met you, charming one
Making faces, pulling tricks

How nice, how nice, how nice

It was in a samba
Of cool folks, hey, cool folks
That I met you, charming one
Making faces, pulling tricks

And you came down from the hill
To live here in the city
Leaving your friends all sad
Crazy with longing

But, beautiful child
I have faith, I have hope
That one day, you'll return
Right back to your place

It was in a samba
Of cool folks, hey, cool folks
That I met you, charming one
Making faces, pulling tricks

When the beat drops
The crowd gets annoyed
The tambourine doesn’t do much
The barrel’s all tucked away

Your company
Makes the drums talk
Enchanting the little drum
Come to the samba, trust me